My mother may have worn faux Georg Jensen, but my late friend Juliette wore the real thing, and she was passionate about it. Not so much the graceful, naturalistic Jensen designs from the first few decades of the 20th Century, but the sleek, minimalist, aggressively modern pieces from the 50s, 60s and 70s. Hunky statement pieces with slabs… Continue reading Big Love
Seeds of Obsession
For a good many years, I half believed I would stop wanting more jewelry when I got my hands on my mother’s. She didn’t have a huge amount of it, but what she had was clearly special to her, and I was preoccupied with trying to figure out what she loved and why. The pieces she seemed to… Continue reading Seeds of Obsession
Yet More Jewelry 